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01-03-2023, 11:23 AM
Hello there, I thought it might be useful to write a bit about some of my personal experiences regarding the topic at hand, as an individual case study that might highlight and/or contrast some of the phenomena discussed in this thread. Thinking critically about what I experienced also helps me process what happened as well as to trace the trajectory and development of certain thought patterns and obsessions that I'm still plagued by. The perspective is that of a young internet autist who struggles with ''gender identity'' and transsexual thoughts. I will try my best to keep this tidy and on track, not unduly dwelling on unimportant and overly personal details. As this is a difficult subject for me to approach I apologize for any obfuscation that may thence arise. This will be a very candid account, I'm sorry if it may elicit disgust.
As young child I showed no signs of being a tranny, I had no desire to be girl nor was I attracted to behaviors and activities normally considered feminine, though I was and still am rather sensitive, albeit headstrong, while also possessing a histrionic vein.
Household conditions were not ideal and showed some of the trends mentioned in this thread already; mine was a controlling(and fat) mother who also ran the household, while my father mostly cleaved to her wishes, perhaps due to the age difference between them(12 years) and his personal inclinations( maybe some sort of ''mommy issue''/strong women obsession). My father was a former athlete and in many ways a stereotypical chad archetype. I had an older half-brother who was significantly older than me and moved out when I was 7, he was my main male role model from an early age, rather strong and robust, practiced martial arts and was very tech-savy and into gamer culture. Over time my mother became more controlling and developed several manias, particularly mysophobia. She got sicker and fatter and wouldn't let me roll on grass or even go play with other kids my age outside, she forced me to wash my hands constantly and worked hard to instill the same obsession unto me.
Once I got to primary I found it difficult to adapt to the way school was structured, I just did my own thing and couldn't be made to follow the teacher, I also realized that perhaps because of my lack of physical activity, or maybe even because of my natural disposition, I was significantly weaker than most children my age, which obviously led to bullying. No school knew how to deal with me, I got passed around different schools for almost a year. Once I was locked in a dark room by the principal and forced to stay there for hours until my parents came, detest by all, highly traumatic.
As time went on I got more withdrawn from the world around me while a deep sense of alienation and longing for a place in the world consumed my spirit. After moving to a different( and much browner) place I completely stopped going outside and talking to people, got into anime and became heavily invested online, the internet being my main way of socializing as well as my principal vehicle of escapism. My family started to crumble as we moved again, I became mentally unstable and stayed with relatives while my parents tried to 'sort things out'. I lived with my brother for a bit, the idealized image I had of him slowly melted as I realized he was just a directionless neet who wasted his intellect and youth on mmos. eventually a messy drama-filled divorce ensues, my father gets another woman and shifts priorities to his new cumrag, dumping me with my grandparents, very traumatic. I would never live with either of my parents again.
At this juncture certain 4chan boards had taken a very gay turn, constant gayposting everywhere singing the praises of boypussy. I was 15 at the time, lonely and without direction, craving love and attention. I started to notice the gayposting, slowly it started to sound strangely appealing, the allure of traps grew and I went a step further and started getting into ''cute boys''. Before this I can only remember one instance where I was attracted to males, and very vaguely at that. I had a sort of crush on some character from one of those Disney direct to tv life action films. I was a very young child, 5-6 years old perhaps, I re-watched it a few times just because of that character, I felt something approaching sexual gratification watching that movie.
Maybe I always had the potential to feel homosexual attraction but it was never fully-developed and never manifested itself before this period, during which I memed myself into being attracted to males. Until this point all of my fantasies involved me being dominant, however, I wondered how it would feel to be the object of desire itself, the beloved, and so I started to fantasize about that too, gradually it took hold of my imagination and it became my sole sexual fantasy. It's no surprise that my fantasies took such a turn, being knee-deep in a world full of ugliness stupidity and entropy, that constantly tried to stifle and destroy me and everything I held dear, without a stable home and without a family, desperate for a way out, desperate for a savior.
I developed a crossdressing fetish which slowly erased the boundary between mere homosexuality and "trapping", the straightforward homosexuality was preceded by an attraction to traps, and this homosexuality eventually devolved into wanting to be the ''trap" itself, which was fueled by being praised because of my looks. This started a feed-back loop of further descent into an obsession with femininity. While all of this was happening my old daydreams didn't cease to exist, I still thought of being a hussar, a Germanic warlord etc. There was a clear schism developing in my personality, I became more and more idiosyncratic as I tried to reconcile these contrary desires and ideals with one another. Eventually I began to agonize over what really would really be my ideal existence, my place in the world, whether it was that of an active participant who could change things based on his own will, or a submissive companion to a stronger man, who would nurture and shape me into whatever he desired.
My male role models were all either dead or fictional, meanwhile my father became more and more absent from my life. A sort of ''Arthur complex" arose, I was waiting for the return of the great king from Avalon who would give my life meaning. This manifested itself in two ways, a non-sexual desire for a strong leader to follow and dedicate myself to, and a sexual desire for a partner who would take care of and nurture me, usually in an unequal relationship dynamic where I was beholden to him, fulfilling both a wife and a concubines's role. Sometimes both fantasies would mix with one another.
I started dating a guy who was a bit older than me. He was an excellent manipulator and got me to fall head over heels for him, he encouraged my fetishes and developed them further, he wished to possess me. Eventually he started to nudge me into questioning whether or not I was really meant to be male, at first I thought it was absurd, but over time I internalized it, it did make sense to me at the time, my ideal was to look and act like a girl, I had been striving towards that goal, I couldn't deny it. After a few months the relationship ended but it left me wit irksome doubts and a sense of brokenness, a sense that something was missing. my fetishes intensified along with hefty body dysphoria, I almost took the plunge(not suicide but transition) a few times but barely stopped myself.
Over the years I tried to dial back on it and repress it all, occasionally I would declare total victory and lazily congratulate myself over a job well done, only for the hydra to grow two more heads and attack even more viciously then previously instead. innocuous and meaningless comments would cut deep into me, throwing my mind into a state of frenzy, I would obsesses over my hair and facial features, looking into the mirror for hours. Every attempt to become ''normal' again would be preceded by and ended with a near mental break down and heedless indulgence in my repressed and chained desires, which had grown rabid and vicious without nutriment or light. Struggle began to seem futile, my heart always close to buckling.
Nowadays I feel a bit more secure and confident in myself given some recent personal developments, my resolve has been strengthened and I have become less obsessive, unmeming myself out of the worst excesses of my compulsion, but it would be a lie to say that I have completely overcome it. It still resurfaces from time to time, but I have gotten better at dealing with it, I think. However, still fear the possibility of not being able to bear it next time it fully manifests itself.
As young child I showed no signs of being a tranny, I had no desire to be girl nor was I attracted to behaviors and activities normally considered feminine, though I was and still am rather sensitive, albeit headstrong, while also possessing a histrionic vein.
Household conditions were not ideal and showed some of the trends mentioned in this thread already; mine was a controlling(and fat) mother who also ran the household, while my father mostly cleaved to her wishes, perhaps due to the age difference between them(12 years) and his personal inclinations( maybe some sort of ''mommy issue''/strong women obsession). My father was a former athlete and in many ways a stereotypical chad archetype. I had an older half-brother who was significantly older than me and moved out when I was 7, he was my main male role model from an early age, rather strong and robust, practiced martial arts and was very tech-savy and into gamer culture. Over time my mother became more controlling and developed several manias, particularly mysophobia. She got sicker and fatter and wouldn't let me roll on grass or even go play with other kids my age outside, she forced me to wash my hands constantly and worked hard to instill the same obsession unto me.
Once I got to primary I found it difficult to adapt to the way school was structured, I just did my own thing and couldn't be made to follow the teacher, I also realized that perhaps because of my lack of physical activity, or maybe even because of my natural disposition, I was significantly weaker than most children my age, which obviously led to bullying. No school knew how to deal with me, I got passed around different schools for almost a year. Once I was locked in a dark room by the principal and forced to stay there for hours until my parents came, detest by all, highly traumatic.
As time went on I got more withdrawn from the world around me while a deep sense of alienation and longing for a place in the world consumed my spirit. After moving to a different( and much browner) place I completely stopped going outside and talking to people, got into anime and became heavily invested online, the internet being my main way of socializing as well as my principal vehicle of escapism. My family started to crumble as we moved again, I became mentally unstable and stayed with relatives while my parents tried to 'sort things out'. I lived with my brother for a bit, the idealized image I had of him slowly melted as I realized he was just a directionless neet who wasted his intellect and youth on mmos. eventually a messy drama-filled divorce ensues, my father gets another woman and shifts priorities to his new cumrag, dumping me with my grandparents, very traumatic. I would never live with either of my parents again.
At this juncture certain 4chan boards had taken a very gay turn, constant gayposting everywhere singing the praises of boypussy. I was 15 at the time, lonely and without direction, craving love and attention. I started to notice the gayposting, slowly it started to sound strangely appealing, the allure of traps grew and I went a step further and started getting into ''cute boys''. Before this I can only remember one instance where I was attracted to males, and very vaguely at that. I had a sort of crush on some character from one of those Disney direct to tv life action films. I was a very young child, 5-6 years old perhaps, I re-watched it a few times just because of that character, I felt something approaching sexual gratification watching that movie.
Maybe I always had the potential to feel homosexual attraction but it was never fully-developed and never manifested itself before this period, during which I memed myself into being attracted to males. Until this point all of my fantasies involved me being dominant, however, I wondered how it would feel to be the object of desire itself, the beloved, and so I started to fantasize about that too, gradually it took hold of my imagination and it became my sole sexual fantasy. It's no surprise that my fantasies took such a turn, being knee-deep in a world full of ugliness stupidity and entropy, that constantly tried to stifle and destroy me and everything I held dear, without a stable home and without a family, desperate for a way out, desperate for a savior.
I developed a crossdressing fetish which slowly erased the boundary between mere homosexuality and "trapping", the straightforward homosexuality was preceded by an attraction to traps, and this homosexuality eventually devolved into wanting to be the ''trap" itself, which was fueled by being praised because of my looks. This started a feed-back loop of further descent into an obsession with femininity. While all of this was happening my old daydreams didn't cease to exist, I still thought of being a hussar, a Germanic warlord etc. There was a clear schism developing in my personality, I became more and more idiosyncratic as I tried to reconcile these contrary desires and ideals with one another. Eventually I began to agonize over what really would really be my ideal existence, my place in the world, whether it was that of an active participant who could change things based on his own will, or a submissive companion to a stronger man, who would nurture and shape me into whatever he desired.
My male role models were all either dead or fictional, meanwhile my father became more and more absent from my life. A sort of ''Arthur complex" arose, I was waiting for the return of the great king from Avalon who would give my life meaning. This manifested itself in two ways, a non-sexual desire for a strong leader to follow and dedicate myself to, and a sexual desire for a partner who would take care of and nurture me, usually in an unequal relationship dynamic where I was beholden to him, fulfilling both a wife and a concubines's role. Sometimes both fantasies would mix with one another.
I started dating a guy who was a bit older than me. He was an excellent manipulator and got me to fall head over heels for him, he encouraged my fetishes and developed them further, he wished to possess me. Eventually he started to nudge me into questioning whether or not I was really meant to be male, at first I thought it was absurd, but over time I internalized it, it did make sense to me at the time, my ideal was to look and act like a girl, I had been striving towards that goal, I couldn't deny it. After a few months the relationship ended but it left me wit irksome doubts and a sense of brokenness, a sense that something was missing. my fetishes intensified along with hefty body dysphoria, I almost took the plunge(not suicide but transition) a few times but barely stopped myself.
Over the years I tried to dial back on it and repress it all, occasionally I would declare total victory and lazily congratulate myself over a job well done, only for the hydra to grow two more heads and attack even more viciously then previously instead. innocuous and meaningless comments would cut deep into me, throwing my mind into a state of frenzy, I would obsesses over my hair and facial features, looking into the mirror for hours. Every attempt to become ''normal' again would be preceded by and ended with a near mental break down and heedless indulgence in my repressed and chained desires, which had grown rabid and vicious without nutriment or light. Struggle began to seem futile, my heart always close to buckling.
Nowadays I feel a bit more secure and confident in myself given some recent personal developments, my resolve has been strengthened and I have become less obsessive, unmeming myself out of the worst excesses of my compulsion, but it would be a lie to say that I have completely overcome it. It still resurfaces from time to time, but I have gotten better at dealing with it, I think. However, still fear the possibility of not being able to bear it next time it fully manifests itself.